L.A., L.A. (Kuwait Mix) Lyrics

[Chorus: Prodigy & James Brown]
L.A. L.A.—big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
'Cause we coming from Queens, it gets down ("Gets— gets— gets down")
L.A. L.A.—big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
'Cause we coming from Queens ("Gets— gets— gets down!")


[Verse 1: Noreaga]
Jose Luis Gotcha, golden guns and tons
General, Emanual, Iraq emerald
Government out to get me, trying to stick me
Move quickly (Yo), yo the God study swiftly
Indian style, knees bent, hands together
Regulate, drop a cake in like each state
Money to make, first of the month, son, chop the weight
Break the law and got a score like before (Yo, aight?)
Armageddon, marries street smoke wedding (Yo)
Invest cheddar in shopping sprees in Reading

[Verse 2: Havoc & Tragedy Khadafi]
My crew in the front got it locked, my live niggas in the back
Got the gats,
yo, we true to this black
4-4 likes to pour one to the dome, lubricate your thoughts
Black mask stole a ride to avoid up north
Jeopardize my freedom, blink out when I see him
But nine out of ten niggas wouldn't wanna be him
Rob him for his cash and spend it like per diem—
Per diem— per diem— per diem
A-yo, this rap shit is ill, kid, you make mad dough but still
Hit your crew off so they can sling krills
Show some love, kid, ain't no selfish shit here
(One love to that nigga Marley Marl)
[Chorus: Prodigy & James Brown]
L.A. L.A.—big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
'Cause we coming from Queens it gets down ("Gets down")
L.A. L.A.—big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
'Cause we coming from Queens ("Gets— gets— gets down")


[Verse 3: Capone & Lyn Collins]
I'm in too deep, losing sleep I can't call it
In love with this drug shit, loyal and all for it

What's a nigga to do, with no cash, and twenty-two?
Take it, or find out the best way to make it fast
My man's raking cash, fuck ("Funky!") being lieutenant
I'm in it to win it so it might just take a minute
To gain grams, put my game plan in action
Ways to make it happen, today's to get the Jackson

Once the weight comes, I'm outta state triple sums
Stop my funds, I got guns to cripple sons
What's the use of heat, with no dough to flee the street
Caught a case with no trace of end, you're dead meat
Legal aid type of route'll have you shipped in greens
Ten thou for a lawyer now who splits your cream
Game is deeper than the sea itself (No doubt)
Agile moves that make fragile crews deflate under pressure
Take it to the next measure with all pleasure
And stack treasure, cheddar, illegal life forever
[Interlude: Prodigy & "Kool" Bell]
Yeah, all together ("Open—")
Like a butter soft leather ("Sesame")

[Verse 4: Tragedy Khadafi & Lyn Collins]
Been on this planet for twenty-five years and still strong
The world's rotten like the veins in my father's arm
I remain calm, study Islam, read the Torah
World going in flames like
Sodom and Gomorrah
Niggas dried up, laying in the box from the virus
Commercial thugs try to bust gats at the livest
This life of crime only will shine real survivors
Y'all half-way niggas, I advise you not to try this

So brace yourself before you get yourself laced
Fucking with the sick Arabic Scarface
La ilaha illallah illallah
You're fucking ("Funky!") with the God, that's Gomar Oz Dubar
Official, my missile rips through your bone gristle
While you sneak thieving niggas get locked and blow the whistle
For the jake, my mouthpiece remains minute

Team made my bail, scooped me up in the Lex Coupe
Now I'm out, back to the galaxy of Queens
In between the crime scenes serving fans like fiends (Fiends)
Fiends (Fiends), fiends (Fiends)
So it seems (Yo)
Eternally, the game reverse and burn me
My man turned state's and took the one to three
Snitching on me, how could it be? We was team
I guess we got divided by the cream

FBI ran in my crib, where I live
Snatched my wife, child welfare took my kids
Yo I can't live, I got hit with double life bid
From the stress, my head throbbing like a tumor
It's one o'clock, make a salaat, I catch Jumu'ah
Lay down my towel, slide off my suede Pumas
The rumors spread around the jail like that
Been down for six joints holding down this flat
Latin Kings do they thing, ice pick for gat
Trying to lay my God Body cats all on they back

But never that, yo
[Interlude: Tragedy Khadafi]
QBC, 2-5, and Mobb Deep
Mami, rest in peace
In sha'Allah
One love to that nigga Marley Marl

[Chorus: Prodigy & James Brown]
L.A. L.A.—big city of dreams
But everything in L.A. ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled if you come from outta town
'Cause we coming from Queens ("Gets— gets—")

"Gets down— gets down—"
"Gets down— gets down—"
"Gets down— gets down—"
"Gets down— gets down—"


[Produced by Marley Marl]

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Genius Annotation

Based around a sample from Al Green’s “The Letter,” Queens representatives Capone-N-Noreaga, Mobb Deep, and Tragedy Khadafi step to the frontline in the East Coast/West Coast rap war with “L.A., L.A.” in response to Tha Dogg Pound’s destructive music video for “New York, New York.” Prodigy spoke about his mentality going into the song:

We were watching TV one morning and seen that Snoop video for ‘New York, New York.’ They were kicking over our buildings and stomping through our city. That was some disrespectful shit.

Automatically I was like, ‘I’m going to make a song calling right back out to them’ – L.A., L.A. We were performing that song out there [in California] because that song was number one in L.A.

Prodigy said he took his verse off this song to use it on Nas' “Live Nigga Rap” because it would get more attention on Nas' album. Noreaga, however, refuted Prodigy’s recollection of events:

Loud [Records] called us and said, ‘You have to make sure that Prodigy verse doesn’t exist.’ What happened was in between that time ‘Pac dropped [‘Hit 'Em Up’] and said, 'Mobb Deep, don’t one of you dudes got sickle-cell.’

So, even when he said he was mad at Jay-Z for not representing New York, he’s delusional. [‘L.A., L.A.’] wasn’t him; that wasn’t his idea. That was a Capone-N-Noreaga, Tragedy thing.

Q&A

Find answers to frequently asked questions about the song and explore its deeper meaning

Who is Jose Luis ?
Genius Answer

“Jose Luis Gotcha” is one of Noreaga’s many aliases. He would later name his publishing company “Jose Luis Gotcha Music.”

What has Prodigy said about this song?
Genius Answer

Prodigy has said that, in addition to his chorus, he had also written a verse for “L.A. L.A.” which later ended up on Nas' “Live Nigga Rap.” In 2011, he told Complex:

The rhyme that I had on there is actually the rhyme that I [originally] had on ‘L.A., L.A.’ I had took that verse off of ‘L.A., L.A.’ because it was just too hot. When we did the song ‘L.A., L.A.’ we all was rhyming on it, we all had verses, but when I had wrote that verse, I was like, ‘Nah, I can’t put this on here. This is too crazy right here.’ So I ended up just doing the chorus on that song, and Hav did his verse on there, and that was it. I took that rhyme and I put it on ‘Live Nigga Rap’ like two days later.

If you listen to the rhyme on ‘Live Nigga Rap,’ I’m talking about California shit. I said, ‘Got links with big cats down in Santa Barbre.’ Nore tried to jack my little style off of that too. That whole ‘Live Nigga Rap’ verse, Nore tried to jack my shit a little something [Laughs.]. If you listen to it, you’ll know what I’m talking about. But it ain’t nothing, that’s cool.

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Chung King Studios (New York City)
Released in
1996
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